LyraShe stood in a circle she had made with white chalk, her hair drawn over her face as usual, but I could see an awkward, golden glow in her eyes that reminded me of Malric. I stood squarely at the door to show her that I wasn't intimidated by that look and suddenly, I heard her chuckle, a humorless sound that sent a chill up my spine. "You are as desperate as your father was, child," she remarked, "and your own war hasn't even started yet. You've already started spilling blood, even of the innocent."I swallowed and managed to keep my expression straight, "Innocent blood? Oh, please. Drekka wasn't innocent. He was leading an act of treason against my pack by rallying against the sole Alpha's heir." "But you're the one who made yourself the sole heir, Lyra," she remarked, and although her voice was soft and thin, it sounded like a bomb exploding in my head. "You took your inheritance into your own hands."I frowned at her and shook my head, "That child didn't belong to my fat
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